Standing beneath the steeple, playing in the cornfields, learning to be a pastor while trying to faithfully preach the Good News, and the church who loves me anyway.

It’s Thursday now, but Sunday’s Comin

I can’t stand it. I’m so excited about being back in the pulpit. Everyday for the last two weeks, I’ve looked longingly at my black robe and colorful stoles, and I am ready.

I wonder what they will think of me. I’ve revamped the bulletin, and I guess I’ll know pretty soon how they feel about it. Change is always difficult, but perhaps they are ready and waiting.

Another way these folks who have adopted me will feel the change is in my preaching. I heard the interim guy’s sermon last week, and I can promise you that I will be a little different. He had this wonderful, loud booming voice and this energetic message. Perhaps the congregation, many of whom I’m told have been baptist at some point, will find me a bit quiet. (Though I think some part of me is laughing when I think of being accused of being quiet.)

But the Word of God will come–however it comes. And I couldn’t be more excited to bring it.